Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Battle Axe, artist - Apollo Brown. Album song Gas Mask, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Battle Axe |
My spoken word is fascinatin' the most |
It's a Holiday when I rap so just call me the Ghost |
I'm the Gentleman side of the Gangsta for really |
I'm a peaceful dude that's why I carry a nine milli |
Don't be silly son I'll embarrass your squadron |
My words are heat seekin', lockin' on movin' targets |
I rips on the daily |
I'll make you look more of a bigger fool than Benzino battlin' Slim Shady |
I'm the mixture of Biggie, Malcolm and Makaveli |
Shuttin' down shows By Any Means Necessary |
Warnin' all guys, deserve visually rides |
On whoever or where ever wackness resides |
Go with the side and make it a wise choice |
Before I do you like D.O.C. |
and leave you without a voice |
Rip out your larynx, Adam's apple and all |
You gon' need a voice box to attempt to get your point across |
You sassafras ass fags done got gassed |
Ran upon the wrong two niggas and got masked |
Yo, I keep that battle axe swingin' |
Tell whoever signed you, resign |
Cause I ain't leavin' nothin' alive to be signed |
The sickest nigga you got in your clique, he's mine |
Bring paramedics and anesthetics or he's dyin' |
Don't stop, you drop in from the cop keep firin' |
Black band over that bag so keep drivin' |
Look Al Qaeda, this is Somalian street pirates |
Tell the pres we ain't terrorists, we tyrants |
I do this all the time, you barely a hype man |
Who the fuck you think you're scarin', wearin' them tight pants |
Your life span just might end in my hands |
This a black dance and you don't fit, white man |
See I stand ready for action, no mask |
Just a .44 Magnum chrome ratchet |
No plastic, one blast and that's it, closed casket |
You just witnessed your own funeral, broke bastard |
Classic |